Poem number 58
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Metal Knee Dreams
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I think I’d like some metal knees to help me, now I’m old
My bony ones are weak and always ache.
I think I’d like some metal knees now weather’s turning cold
To support me as I stroll around the lake.
I think I’d like some metal knees to stop me falling down
Now my balance is no longer up to snuff.
I think I’d like some metal knees to take me round the town
Now my bony ones have simply had enough.
I think I’d like some metal knees, my bony ones are through
But the doctor says the pain is in my head
So I’ll never get my metal knees no-matter what I do
And the bony ones will have to do instead.
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